"I won't regret it. I didn't regret it before, I won't regret it now, and I certainly won't regret it going forward," Richard said to Lei Qie Er. "You, on the other hand, should regret it."
"I should regret it?" Lei Qie Er asked in confusion. "Why?"
"It's simple. Because you appeared before me," Richard answered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he extended a hand. An invisible pressure surged toward Lei Qie Er, like towering waves raised by a stormy sea.
Lei Qie Er's expression abruptly changed. He raised both hands, purple lightning forming in his palms as a layer of Cyan Energy enveloped his body. He could clearly sense Richard's power and danger, but he did not believe he was completely incapable of resisting.
But in the next instant, the world's timeline seemed to skip. Several seconds in between were suddenly cut away, the process stripped out, leaving only the result.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, the scene underwent an unexpected and tremendous change.
There were no aftershocks from a battle—there had not even been a battle. One moment, Richard had stood before Lei Qie Er; the next, he was behind him, one hand resting on Lei Qie Er's shoulder.
The Cyan Energy around Lei Qie Er instantly dissipated, and the purple lightning in his hands was extinguished along with it. Lei Qie Er laboriously turned his neck like a rusted robot, trying to look at Richard's face.
But after turning only halfway, his entire body shattered with a crash and vanished into the air like foam, leaving behind only a wisp of golden mist.
"I told you that you would regret it," Richard said flatly. Reaching out as if grasping a ribbon, he seized the golden mist and continued, "That said, I should still thank